The car's interior light remained on. There was a wine bucket with us in the car and a bottle of wine nestled inside it. Olu Shango picked it up and popped the cork. Anya and Heidi and myself held up our glasses as he filled it for us and we made a toast to a fun-filled evening. Anya was all giddy with excitement; Heidi too seemed expectant of what the eveni...
Chapter Three: Dreaming After another week in the hospital I went home and back to work. They were told I was in a car accident and Adrian signed off on it. Mustn't tell the normal people what's really going on. Azrael left me alone; I didn't feel him anywhere in my small town. I did search too. The snow had melted and things went back to like they always w...
Part 7. Mandy stretched like a cat, responding to something tickling her feet. Sandra was sitting at her feet, running a feather over Mandy's toes. "Hey, stop that… It tickles." Sandra smiled shyly, "I know, grumpy. It's time for breakfast. I had to do this or start playing with you; I think this is more likely to get you out of bed. And I'm hungry." She...
Note to readers: Thank you so much for your reviews and theories on what will happen next it really helps with planning the next chapters. I really hate writing unfinished stories as most times the dreaded writers block grips me. Not to sound like I'm fishing for compliments but all comments are beneficial in making this story as interesting as its predecess...
Authors Note: This is my first story for Literotica. I already have several written but will see how this is received before submitting any more. This is fairly straightforward and contains no 'serious' content - rape, BDSM etc. and is just intended as a bit of fun. All characters are invented by me (although the situation is not) and this story is not for...
I work in Los Angeles for a livery company. Due to a well deserved reputation for competence and discretion, our services are often utilized by many of the celebrity personalities living and working in the Los Angeles area. In my case, it also led to some amazing sexual encounters. Now, I don't pretend to claim that every beautiful woman that ever rode in my...
My name is Bradford Warren Willingham III. My friends call me Brad. I am the son of one of the most wealthy and notorious playboys in our part of the country. My family's money comes from many generations back and there is a lot of it. When I was 15 years old, my dad met his counterpart in female form. She was 3 years younger than him and had a daughter that...
Chapter 3: Facilitators Sandra sat back for a moment, her head swimming from the events of the past hour. As her thoughts gradually became less dreamy and sexual, she heard the door behind the front desk open. She brought her legs up onto the sectional, so that she could turn, sitting little mermaid style, to observe who was responsible for the clicking of...
Seth woke up groggy and confused. He quickly became aware he had absolutely no idea where he was. Burgundy satin sheets were tangled around his naked frame. He quickly sat up and looked down at his muscular physique to find it riddled with red welts and scratch marks. He shook his head, attempting to clear the cobwebs and tried to recall exactly what happe...
I sipped my martini slowly, peering over the glass's rim at the short balding man who was admiring my nipples; which were peaked by the wispy soft caress of my silk gown. My mahogany body was draped in designer black; backless of course; Italian stilettos, a diamond necklace and nothing else. Shorty's eyes turned away when they move up to meet mine. Oh yes...